"Nope! Sure as shootin' can't." He sits up enough to properly drink without wasting or sloshing it on himself and then belts it all down in one go. Once the glass is drained, Jesse bangs it down onto the table and is already raising his finger for another.

The zed gives a mock-conspiratorial side eye to Jim and mutters, "This place don't cut ya off ferrr pre-gamin', do they? Or shhhould I be actin' a bit more sober than I am?" He follows up with a wink.